People told Feather to avoid these odd things and not to risk herself, but Feather doesn't listen. Instead, she insists on investigating supernatural phenomenon and those who disappeared.

Feather seems to be carefree and always gets to the primary scene of these old and new supernatural places, taking notes, photos, and doing her research.

People who constantly visit these places will be cursed with Yin Chi 阴气 (the air/gas of Yin; Yin is the opposite of Yang; Yin can mean darkness).

Yin Chi enabled Feather to see the ticket.

At midnight, she pushed to open her door carefully and closed the door after she sneaked out.

After the supernatural incident happened to her at a young age, her family moved here. Although she is studying at university, she still stays at home often.

If her parents woke up, she wouldn’t be able to leave.

In fact, even if her boyfriend broke up with her, Feather wouldn’t feel upset.

She doesn’t love him at all.

They began to date each other because he also likes to investigate supernatural phenomena.

Feather walks quietly, but if she had looked back, she would have realized that there is a ray of blurry red lights behind her. Her parents do not seem to show any sign of waking up. All the people on this street who were heading home did not see her.

Feather is surprised to find that all the pavements/sidewalks from this street are gone, even though she has known this street for years. There is only one way left.

The streetlights become dimmer, to the color of twilight.

There is a white bus in the distance, slowly coming towards Feather.

The driver is a clown who has exaggerated makeup. He coldly glances at Feather, ‘Show your ticket.’

Feather hurries and pulls out a ticket to the Abyss amusement park.

The front page of the ticket looks like a joss paper without a number or a face but only five words: Abyss amusement park (幽冥游乐场).

The back page of the ticket has Feather’s full name and photo and a red line of words: ‘Enjoy your trip’.

The style is simple and the ticket smells stale.

Ro checks the ticket and gives it back to Feather, ‘Don’t lose it.’

Feather notices that the door of the bus is located at the rear. It is like a hearse without a coffin. Inside the bus, there are two red benches lined up at each side behind the driver’s seat. There are also handles hanging from the ceiling of the bus.

Right now, Feather is the only passenger.

Ro needs to pick up other passengers as well.

In order to get to be the driver, Ro fought against other competitors at the Abyss amusement park.

Drivers can eat passengers who cannot behave well or who do not follow the rules on the bus.

Even though Ro doesn’t want to eat passengers, he doesn’t want Feather to be eaten either.

There is no limitation on drivers. If Feather tried to break the rules on the bus, she would have become a meal right away. Ro wouldn’t even be able to get her corpse out.

‘Remember what I am going to say, because if you broke any of these, you will die.’

The clown turns around in his seat, and Feather is suddenly taken aback.

Half of his face is illuminated by the streetlights, and the other half is in shadow. His eyes do not reflect any light, and the bloody paint on his face makes him look inhuman. By looking at his nose, Feather feels like she is sweating from her bones.

‘Do not trust anyone here except me.’

‘Do not talk with others on this bus. Do not open the windows. Do not try to escape.’

‘Once you get on the bus, you will die if you don’t enjoy the Abyss amusement park.’

‘Once you enter the amusement park, wait there. Do not follow the others.’

‘Do not trust people who you have known from real life.’

‘Do not look back if you hear someone calling you.’

‘I will protect you. If you think you are in danger, call my name.’

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

Feather keeps this in her mind.

The clown has a beautiful voice, except he looks ugly. Feather didn’t sense any viciousness from him.

‘Sir, may I have your name?’

‘My last name is Ginger.’

‘Mr. Ginger, have we met before? Did we know each other?’

‘No and no.’

Ro is not very skilled at driving. The bus is on a warped route while he is driving.

Feather would have tried to take over the driver’s job if the atmosphere was not as odd and gloomy.

She wonders how the clown can be so bad at driving on such a straight empty street. She wants to vomit.

There is a person standing on the street. Ro stops and opens the door.

An old lady slowly gets on. Her face is bluish white like a corpse and her movement is rigid.

Feather restrains her curiosity and doesn’t talk.

Ro is also glad to see Feather being quiet.

Sometimes, the drivers from Abyss amusement park will also pick up new-born ghosts from the larger world. What will happen if a living person talks to these confused ghosts?

Ro doesn’t want Feather to try this out.

The bus goes on. Feather is looking at the trees passing by. She realizes that all these trees are made by joss paper. It is windy and she can hear the shivering sound of the trees. However, it is obvious to recognize the difference between the sound of papers and of real tree leaves.

Maybe it is too light.

This game must cost a lot to create such scenes.

Feather doesn’t dare to talk, and she keeps these thoughts in her mind.

She rubs her gooseflesh.

The temperature in the bus lowered after the old lady took a seat.

Feather gradually senses that, there is only one person breathing on the bus.

The bus stops again. This time, a couple walks on.

The girl rests on the man’s chest.

‘This looks scary.’

‘Baby, I will protect you well,’ the man hugs her tightly.

Ro frowns.

****, this disgusting smell of love.

Couples are the favorite target for ghosts.

True love is rare after all the tests.

Even if there was any, they wouldn’t survive either.

The bus stops.

Three teenagers sit next to Feather and theysmile as theychat..

‘I will be the King of this amusement park today,’ said a tall, thin boy arrogantly.

‘Go bro! You will be,’ a small boy responds immediately.

‘Bro, would you really give me 100 game cash after this?’ a short fat boy asks.

‘Of course, I will trade you tomorrow,’ the tall, thin boy pats the short fat boy’s shoulders.

This time, three muscular guys walk on.

There is not an empty seat left.

They looked at the three teenagers and then at the inseparable couple.

The leading guy snaps, ‘Get up and give me that seat!’

The man looks at the muscular guy’s arms which are even bigger than his thighs, and cowardly stands up.

‘Hey, could you guys sit closer so my girlfriend can have a seat also?’

Feather moves. So do the three teenagers.

‘Come sit, sister,’ the fat boy pokes the bench.

The girl thanks them and sits down.

Soon, a man with a document bag walkson with a big boobed chick.

‘Honey……Oh, no seat to siton?’

The man takes 200 yuan out and asks politely in front of the teenagers, ‘Hey children, would you trade your seats to us?’

The leading tall, thin boy shakes his head.

The man thinks and adds another 100 yuan. The three teenagers get one sheet per person and leave the seats to the new couple.

More people walk on, the bus is getting crowded. The newcomers couldn’t get a seat and they all hold the handles and stand in the bus.

Feather huddles in a corner.

These people are probably from all over the country because they have their distinct accents. They all bought the discounted cheap tickets to the nighttime amusement park.

There are people who didn’t get on because the bus is too full.

After the bus drives away, shrill cries come from where the bus stopped.

It must be real and extremely painful.

Feather doesn’t dare to talk or move.

This small hearse has around fifty passengers. Someone wants a seat and suggests having everyone take turns to sit. He doesn’t dare to talk to the three muscular guys, so he pushes the old lady.

The old lady is pushed and her head falls onto the ground, rolling to Feather’s feet.

The head tries to smile kindly at Feather, but her facial muscle is rigid which makes the smile horrifying. Feather shivers.

The old lady’s body still sits at the bench. It bends down to look for her head for a while and failed to find the head, so it presses on the man who pushed her and plucks his head down, putting his head on her neck.

The old lady has great strength and the man’s scream is short; the scream ended even before it was going to start.

The blood from his neck splashes the ceiling and the other passengers.

Warm, salty, and raw.

The body’s first try failed to place the head in the right position, so it takes down the head and puts it back again.

The air in the bus smells bloody, andthe passengers panicked and screamed.

Feather tries to huddle as small as possible. The old lady smiles at her again with the man’s head.

The smile is perfect and charming, probably because the head is fresh.

Some people want to escape and open the windows. Swarms of black big hands come in and grab those near the windows and drag them out.

Then, people in the bus heard a mixed sound of chewing and voices of crying.

Crispy and Chewy.

There is also the sound of slurping.

The windows are soon closed by the frightened passengers.

The bus is filled with screams, cries, and wrangles.

Feather notices that no one makes trouble for the driver.

The clown has a weak presence.

Right after her thought, someone asks.

‘Who the **** is the driver? Take us back!’

All of a sudden, everyone looks at Ro.

The bus is never driven smoothly or steadily. Almost everyone wants to vomit. This is entirely the driver’s fault.

Ro turns his head round and sneers. His voice is so cold that passengers feel their bones are chilled.

‘Oh? Go back?’

The bus becomes quiet and everyone whispers.

‘**** you!’

A random passenger pulls out a pistol and shoots at Ro.

Feather is shocked and almost wants to call the police, but her phone has been dead since she left home.

Ro did not even move.

The bullet went through Ro’s body and the windscreen. That random person fires a second shot. All went through Ro and the hearse like going through the air.

Monsters outside are attracted by the sound of the pistol shooting and begin to pat the door and the windows. They try to get some food.

The door did not open, so they are upset. Roaring and the odor of putrefaction from their throats suffuse the gaps and enter the bus.

Ro stretches out his hand and the hand extends like rubber. That random person’s neck is grasped.

With little force, the neck makes a cracking sound.

‘Too much noise.’

Ro throws him out and walks back to the driver’s seat.

A sound of tearing comes from the darkness.

Then, people heard more slurping sounds.

No one thinks this is just a game now.

Neither does one dare to ask to go back.

The bus is quiet again, with some sobbing.

Feather feels cold.

The street ahead is straight. The street behind is nothing but darkness.

This might be the real way to abyss.